Introduction to Analytical Writing 100Z Thursday, November 14, 2013 Bell Ringer: Insert commas: You are scheduled to graduate on June 20 2013 from Windsor Central High School in Windsor New York. Comma Rule #5 Use a comma to separate the day of the month from the year and after the year. Some businesses no longer use the comma after the year. *If any part of the date is omitted, leave out the comma. Example: You will graduate in June 2014.
Essential Outcomes: 1. Final Poetry Presentation 2. Students will write an analysis of a poem developing the topic thoroughly by selecting the most significant and relevant facts, extended definitions, concrete details, quotations, or other information and examples appropriate to the analysis of the poem. Vocabulary: Mercenary (adj. or noun) concerned only with money; soldier hired to serve in a foreign army A. His motives were political, not just mercenary. B. 1. Peccadillo (noun) minor weakness; trivial offence; indiscretion
A. For a time, the peccadillo reportedly cut in half her asking price for ad work. Agenda 1. Bell Ringer 2. Essential Outcome 3. Poetry presentations: The Method 1. The Heart Stephen Crane 4. MLA heading, then copy and paste your poem, follow with The Method steps analyzing your poem. Write a FULL PAGE analysis of the poem for step 5. Submit to turnitin.com by 11:59 PM today. Homework: Poetry analysis using The Method including a FULL PAGE analysis for step 5 submitted to turnitin.com by 11:59 PM tonight.
Closure: How has your understanding of the poem changed? "?" If you had the choice of two women to wed, (Though of course the idea is quite absurd) And the first from her heels to her dainty head Was charming in every sense of the word: And yet in the past (I grieve to state), She never had been exactly "straight". And the second -- she was beyond all cavil, A model of virtue, I must confess; And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil, And rather a dowd in the way of dress; Though what she was lacking in wit and
beauty, She more than made up for in "sense of duty". Now, suppose you must wed, and make no blunder, And either would love you, and let you win her -- Which of the two would you choose, I wonder, The stolid saint or the sparkling sinner? Robert William Service Graduation Day Graduation Day is the climax of a dream. A parental dream that began when a child is born, And their hope come true it would seem, A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
A feeling of pride and euphoria years away For a daughter or son - Graduation Day. It is a peak of success for the graduate, Not only for the graduate but parents too. A joyful event after many years they had to wait, Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true, A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh, Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by. Graduation is a deserving, hard earned goal With mortarboard and gown as foretold, A gratifying service of the mind and soul In a simple and beautiful sheepskin told
That the graduate fulfilled the educational rule. At last, for the mother and father, a dream come true. Graduation Day! Joseph T. Renaldi If I can stop one heart from breaking, If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson Do not go gentle into
that good night by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have
danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. A Grain Of Sand If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one. 'Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or blast And steer to destiny. Just think! A million gods or so
To guide each vital stream, With over all to boss the show A Deity supreme. Such magnitudes oppress my mind; From cosmic space it swings; So ultimately glad to find Relief in little things. For look! Within my hollow hand, While round the earth careens, I hold a single grain of sand And wonder what it means. Ah! If I had the eyes to see, And brain to understand, I think Life's mystery might be Solved in this grain of sand. Robert William Service